A little bit of everything. [dedicated to my aunt chel for encouraging me to finally post on here]

I like to write. A lot. Ever since I was young. I went to preschool at Montesori and I don't really know how our time was schedueled, but when we had free time I used to write stories. I was too young then, so I told them to one of my teachers-Irene, and then she wrote them out. There was a sentence or two on each page so I could include lots of illustrations. My stories often included dalmations and houses. Sometimes even rainbow dalmations. With that being said I haven't been writing lately. I still haven't written a letter to Sarah Wright, which I have been planning to do. And clearly I haven't blogged for a while. A long while. So long that blogger has a new look. But unlike facebook, there is an option to go back to the old style. I like that. Anyways I almost let it get to a whole month without blogging once. When school started I was afraid this was going to happen. So today I am going to try to make up for it.

I usually write about my day, but so many have past since I last blogged. Instead, I typed out a list on a sticky note on my computer- a really cool feature that my lap top has. The list is really long and is by topic so hopefully I will get everything covered. And they will probably not be in any order but the order I thought of them.

Right now my fingernails are painted. Freshly painted in shrimply devine, which is a bright pink. When my nails are painted well (not chipped or clumpy looking) I like to do the ordinary things that involve my hands. Like putting in my locker combination and typing on a computer and texting on my phone and eating.

I have blogged about hanging out with Josue before. But now he is more than just a friend that I sometimes hang out with. He's now officially my boy friend. Since September 2. "It's just the beginning." (Even though that is the date of our official beginning together, we have been texting since we caught interest in each other back in February or March when we did a co-ed unit in pe. Finally, pe is good for something). He is one of my very best friends. He listens when I talk and he opens up to me and he is just so sweet and nice to me and he likes me as well. But possibly most important he makes me happy. And he brings a smile to my face. Also it is really nice that he plays soccer (and loves it and is so good at it) because he understands my sport and comes to my games and I understand his and actually know what's going on. And I like that after my games he carries my bag for me after my game and during school I like when we get to walk to our classes together. (3&7 and sometimes lunch. kinda). Not to mention, he is just so cute. It's the frosting on top of the cake.

I really like music. And noise and the words. Tonight I am on a Billy Joel kick. I just like him and his songs. Mostly decided I like songs that I know. And another thing about Josue. He made me a cd and it's just so cute. I love when people burn mixes of music that they intentionally complied on one playlist for one intended person. I also really like lullabyes. The idea of the is just so presh. I used to hope to marry a singer so he could write a song for our kids to sing them to sleep. But I suppose I could just always sing them a lullabye that has always been written. For example the one that Billy Joel wrote.

I like when I get the chance to be a rebel. I don't like breaking the rules usually. But when I get the opportunity to bend them, or go to the edge, I take it! Today was a kinda rebellious day. When Laci and I got to the highschool after health careers we realized we had activity period since it is Wednesday. So instead of going to homeroom, we ran back to her car and drove to mcdonalds. We ran in, ordered, ate our breakfast on the way back, and made it to CHS on time to walk with Josue to third period and not be tardy. Success. Then in third period I forgot my thumbdrive. So when I went back to my locker to get it I quickly drank the rest of my milk (not allowed to have food or drink in the locker area, even though everyone does. could be considered a rebel) and I quickly finished painting my fingernails.

I am generally optimistic, and especailly try to be on my blog. But while I'm in the mood, I just want to list a few things that I do not like.
1) Not having my own space. I do not like people walking in my room uninvited. I do not like people reading over my shoulder when I'm doing anything. Including blogging.
2) The freshmen class especailly, but also the sophomore class seem to have no respect for authority or upperclassmen. When I was a freshman there's no way I would questions coaches or talk back or give my input on decisions that the seniors make. Just sayin.
3) I can not stand when people have high expectations of other people, but do not keep their half. Example: one class I have an awful workload. And we are expected to produce so many essays and other big assignments on a regular basis. But the teacher does not stay on top of the grading. When she passes our work back, so much time has lapsed between when we get them back and when we turned them in that the assignments become irrelevent to me. Not to mention when they are passed back they usually just have a number grade. No comments on what we did wrong or well or how to improve our writing. Another example: when coaches expect us to be on top of things and do the drills right. But we get yelled at for doing the drill the way they explained it. I realize that sometimes it doesn't go the way it's planned and needs to be improvised. But not every single time with every single drill. It's just not fair. If people are going to yell at people, or deduct points, they need to be clear and specific for what they are looking for. Although with that said-I am not one to do a project just to fit the requirements to get a letter grade. I make sure I do them usually, but that isn't my main focus ever.
4) I don't like when people don't understand what I'm saying. Today I was working with someone on a project and I just wanted to do it my way- which made perfect sense and was organized and orderly. And everytime I tried to explain something the person just didn't get it. I don't know if they weren't listening or if they really didn't get it. Because they said huh and looked at me like I was stupid every time. And somehow it seems like I get this a lot. Maybe just my ideas and explaining of them are the problem. But either way, it's just really degrading and frustrating. But this is exactly the opposite way things are with Josue. Just another reason it's so easy to talk to him. It is lovely.

Okay. Enough of that. Now something that I really like. And have been wanting to write about on my blog all summer. MAGGIE! I love my dog so so much. And I am convinced that we are a lot a like.
1) we play soccer
2) we are built similar:
        short arms and legs
        normal length body
        strong
        let's just say there's a reason her nickname was monster butt at one point
3) we like to cuddle
4) we nap often
5) we would much rather eat treats/sweets than our normal meal food
6) we like to be around people
7) we like our backs rubbed/scratched
8) people say we're always smiling
9) not huge fans of the cold winter
10) we have dark hair, but white on our necks

For the most part, I am okay with school. I really like my health careers class and psychology class. Health careers is all about different medical jobs and medical terminiology. We have also had some really cool field trips: to chicago and the hospital and the christian nursing service. I love my teacher in both classes. Mrs. Guard is really sweet and funny and knows a lot and so does Mrs. Rainwater. If I had to describe her in as short amount of words, I would say camp T counselor personality. I love that class and everything we are learning in it. And I especailly like when things in the two classes overlap. It's just really cool.

Okay one last thing. Homecoming. Which is basically all of Friday Septmember 16. To school all of the girls that put a lot of time and money and effort into their senior jeans wear them. We are all very proud and love our jeans because of all the work we they demanded. It was so fun looking at all of the glitter and quotes and photos all over each others jeans. I loved that everyones jeans are unique, and as different as we all are. I was also really impressed by the number of girls that participated.

Friday we did not have soccer practice after school, and i wasn't going to go even if we did. Instead I went home and cleaned up my room quickly. Then Sarah Hutchison, a teacher from my mom's school, came over and worked wonders on me. She started out doing my hair, then my makeup, and even attempted to even out the tan line on my back. She was the perfect person to be around because she was so full of positive enegery. Lots and lots of energy. I loved it. And she did such a wonderful job.

In my dress epescially, the game was really cold. But those of us on the court took it well. We sat together in our designated area during the whole first half of the game. And shivered.

When the clock got down to five minutes we went down to the track. It was even colder down there, not to mention the end of the quarter dragged on and on while we waited anxiously. Finally. It was time. We were announced over the loud speakers and escorted down the track to the middle where the stage thing was. First the underclassmen attendents. Than Tiffany and Zuk, me and Michael, Morgan and Craig, and Britany and Ryan. 

I didn't want Michael to leave me to stand by myself, but he did like all of the other escorts. 

When the announcer finally started to say "and your 2011 homecoming queen is" I got ready to keep my smile on and congradulate the girl I thought it was. I thought there was one of us who had the loudest screams from the audience as she walked down the track. Plus I just didn't feel nervous or full of butterflies like I usually do when I feel like I'm about to win something. So i figured I had no chance. Than, to my surprise, he finished the statement with "Miss Maddy Demeter." I was crowned again and got another sash and was handed a big boquet of yellow and white roses. 

We scooted together and posed for a few pictures together on the stage.

Than Michael escorted me back to the end of the track followed by the rest of the court. 

There we posed and smiled and were arranged for many many more pictures. I was so honored and excited that it was fairly easy to keep the smile on my face for so long. I was also really happy to see all of my friends and family wait their turns just to get a picture with me.

Then the entire court had to go to the dance. We waited for a really long time for one of the escorts, because he is on the football team. When he got there we were lined up and announced. It was like the dance floor parted like the red sea and we had to walk down it. Michael and I went last since I was crowned queen. We danced to Someone like You by Adele for a while by ourselves, then the rest of the homecoming court joined in, and towards the end the rest of the dance floor broke out. It wasn't awkward at all like I figured it was be. And it felt similar to a wedding reception. As if the rest were our bridesmaids and groomsmen and we were the bride and groom.